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Well it was last October, on a Tuesday night
When she said, (fuck you it's over) you and me are over if you're getting high tonight
So he went straight down the white line, & let a good thing down
It wasn't driving her crazy, it drove her right out of town
But there's a million miles to go,
To where happiness lives
He'll put his mind in detention, & let his heart decide
To try & catch her attention, he's got to catch a ride,
Use the last of the powder that lets him push ahead,
Move at the speed of lightning, & leave the miles for dead
But there's a million miles to go,
To where happiness lives
When she said, (fuck you it's over) you and me are over if you're getting high tonight
So he went straight down the white line, & let a good thing down
It wasn't driving her crazy, it drove her right out of town
But there's a million miles to go,
To where happiness lives
He'll put his mind in detention, & let his heart decide
To try & catch her attention, he's got to catch a ride,
Use the last of the powder that lets him push ahead,
Move at the speed of lightning, & leave the miles for dead
But there's a million miles to go,
To where happiness lives
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"It's about 2 people in a very dysfunctional relationship where one of them likes to [do] lots of drugs and she doesn't want to do drugs. It kinda sorts around that basically." -Even
But at the same time one must think if their current state of being had hurt the future that they had wished for. See, he "use[d] the last of the powder". He had lost her, but he was willing to dry it up and take it solo because he's realized that he was not himself. He didn't need it. That's not who she loved.
Magnificent song and well articulated.
At the same time there's this subtle meaning.. that no matter how hard we try to reach that point of perfect happiness, it's only an ideal. We have to make do with what we have.